That was how things were in the beginning
A sheer metaphor
Suspended in the air
That was how things were in the beginning
Only open mouths
Still unknowing what to do
Willing to sing
That is why, we never know how to start
In the beginning
We start because, without starting
We can't go on
But that feeling remains
Going back in time, it would make another sound
Because after a certain point
Everything but the beginning was good
That's why it's better to be patient
Because every beginning starts and goes away
The problem lies in knowing if it has already gone away
Or if it is still in the beginning
Because sometimes the beginning lasts long
A lot of time passes by
But it still is in the beginning
More time passes by
And it's not time yet
There are people that never passed the beginning
But are hopeful that they will, someday
If every beginning looks like that
The best part of a beginning is its end
There will be a day when
Everyone will master
A way for them not to begin
Now, after the beginning
I'm already feeling
Way more comfortable
Maybe I'm already in the middle
Or in the beginning of the middle
Because if I were right in the middle
I would be in the middle
It feels so nice to be in the middle
The middle is great for us to sing
First, the blockage fades off
And even what was ugly begins to sound beautiful
After that all fear
From the middle on, we could avoid
That way children could be born
If they were born in the middle, they wouldn't cry
I would say it straight
In the beginning it was the middle
And the middle was good
Then the verbs appeared
A little bit slower
And they made everything get more difficult
It created what was natural, what was artificial
It created what was real, what was fictional
It created the ending, the beginning
The beginning that turned out to be this now
But everything happened
After the beginning
And everyone, alone
Will undoubtedly find
A way to cheer us